PoemsKimber, Conrad & Company, 1804 - 110 страница |
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... dreads ! Horrid abyss , where all experience fails , Spread with the wreck of planks and shatter'd sails ; On whose broad back grim Death triumphant rides , While havoc floats on all thy swelling tides , Thy shores a scene of ruin ...
... dreads ! Horrid abyss , where all experience fails , Spread with the wreck of planks and shatter'd sails ; On whose broad back grim Death triumphant rides , While havoc floats on all thy swelling tides , Thy shores a scene of ruin ...
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... dreading the cold , still follows the sun .... So , true to our Love , we should covet his rays , And the place where he shines not , immediately shun . Our light should be Love , and our nourishment pray'r ; It is dangerous food that ...
... dreading the cold , still follows the sun .... So , true to our Love , we should covet his rays , And the place where he shines not , immediately shun . Our light should be Love , and our nourishment pray'r ; It is dangerous food that ...
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... I am near : The wolf may hear your harmless cry , Whom ye should dread , as much as I. How calm , amid these scenes , my mind ! How perfect is the peace I find ! Oh hush , be still my ev'ry part , My ARE TO BE KEPT . 49.
... I am near : The wolf may hear your harmless cry , Whom ye should dread , as much as I. How calm , amid these scenes , my mind ! How perfect is the peace I find ! Oh hush , be still my ev'ry part , My ARE TO BE KEPT . 49.
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... passion , pure and holy , Shines , and burns , without restraint Which the day's fatigue , and folly , Caus❜d to languish , dim and faint : ; Charming hours of relaxation ! How I dread th ' F 2 67 On the same On the same.
... passion , pure and holy , Shines , and burns , without restraint Which the day's fatigue , and folly , Caus❜d to languish , dim and faint : ; Charming hours of relaxation ! How I dread th ' F 2 67 On the same On the same.
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... dread th ' ascending sun ! Surely , idle conversation Is an evil , match'd by none . Worldly prate , and babble , hurt me ; Unintelligible prove ; Neither teach me , nor divert me ; I have ears for none but Love . Me , they rude esteem ...
... dread th ' ascending sun ! Surely , idle conversation Is an evil , match'd by none . Worldly prate , and babble , hurt me ; Unintelligible prove ; Neither teach me , nor divert me ; I have ears for none but Love . Me , they rude esteem ...
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adieu adore art pleas'd ascending sun Aspasio avari beside blest bliss bosom breast breath'd his soul calm charms chuse compar'd creature dear declension delight divine dread dwell ears Earth Enamour'd ev'n ev'ry evil eyes Faith feel flame frail Friendship God's command grace Grave grief grieve happy hear heart Heav'n heav'nly human life's live Lord lost lov'd Love divine mar delights metus night o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure possess'd pow'r prove pure reign repose rest sacred scenes scon scorn scorn'd secret seek Self-love shades sigh sight silent skies SLEEP at last smile smite soon sorrow sov'reign spirit sweet taste taste Of evils tattlers tears terror eyes thine thirteen moons thou art thou hast thought thy glory thy Love thy praise tide trepan truth turn'd voice waste Whence WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER wish
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Страница 88 - But He, who knew what human hearts would prove, How slow to learn the dictates of his love, That, hard by nature and of stubborn will, A life of ease would make them harder still, In pity to the souls his grace design'd To rescue from the ruins of mankind, Call'd for a cloud to darken all their years, And said, ' Go spend them in the vale of tears.
Страница 43 - tis equal, whether love ordain My life or death, appoint me pain or ease ; My soul perceives no real ill in pain ; In ease or health no real good she sees. One good she covets, and that good alone, To choose thy will, from selfish bias free ; And to prefer a cottage to a throne, And grief to comfort, if it pleases thee. That we should bear the cross is thy command, Die to the world, and live to self no more ; Suffer, unmoved, beneath the rudest hand, As pleased when shipwreck'd as when safe on shore.
Страница 74 - Sorrow and Love go side by side ; Nor height nor depth can e'er divide Their heaven-appointed bands ; Those dear associates still are one, Nor till the race of life is run Disjoin their wedded hands.
Страница 36 - To souls impress'd with sacred Love ! Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee ; In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. To me remains nor place nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
Страница 95 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it.
Страница 100 - MOST delightful hour by man Experienced here below, The hour that terminates his span, His folly, and his woe ! ' ' Worlds should not bribe me back to tread Again life's dreary waste, To see again my day o'erspread With all the gloomy past. ' My home henceforth is in the skies : Earth, seas, and sun, adien ! All heaven unfolded to my eyes, I have no sight for you.
Страница 106 - HE lives, who lives to God alone, And all are dead beside ; For other source than God is none Whence life can be supplied.
Страница 36 - To me remains nor place nor time ; - My country is in every clime ; , . I can be calm, and free from care, On any shore, since God is there.
Страница 51 - Enjoy'd with ease, if thou refrain From earthly love, else sought in vain ; She dwells with all who truth prefer, But seeks not them who seek not her. Yield to the Lord, with simple heart, All that thou hast, and all thou art ; Renounce all strength but strength divine ; And peace shall be for ever thine : Behold the path which I have trod, My path, till I go home to God.
Страница 32 - THE fountain in its source No drought of summer fears ; The farther it pursues its course, The nobler it appears. But shallow cisterns yield A scanty short supply ; The morning sees them amply filled, At evening they are dry.